...and now there's a major gender imbalance.

Name: Ophelia Winters

Nickname: Winnie... not often, though.  Normally called Ophelia

History: Former ballerina... more later

Age: 14

Appearance: Light brown hair, normally in a bun, pale skin, medium height, blue eyes

Best At: Brainy stuff (codes, strategy, information), her former ballerina skills would be useful in a fight if she used them, however, she's scared of combat

Personality: Shy, down-to-earth, sometimes talks in dance

Okay,Q & A!

I'm doing a supporter of the evil guy!

Name: Juliet Rose Athair (but no one knows this except her employer, the evil mastermind. Everyone calls her by her

Nickname: Agent Blackthorn.

Backstory: Shrouded in Mystery. Perhaps to be explained later.

Age: 27

Appearance: Long, curly orangeish/red hair that she keeps in a ponytail behind her back. She wears tight black clothes and tall boots, but she is not a stranger to fancy dresses either. In her boot she keeps a pistol, and when she is not wearing her boots she is sure to keep a pistol on her at all times anyway. When she needs to hide her hair, she wears a hat. When she reveals her presence, she reveals her hair.

Best at: Sharpshooting, trailing/finding people. A proficient assassin.

As of the gender imbalance, I am trashing Senna (but will keep for future novels) and create a boy.

Name: Mikyo Hirashi

Nickname: Mikyo (sometimes called Mickey Mouse by bullies)

Backround: Ditto to everyone else

Age: 12-13

Appearance: Black Hair is somewhat of a Beatles haircut, on the tall-ish side, thin, bright green eyes.

Best at: Combat, is an escape artist part time, notices small details.

Personality: Has few friends, is sarcastic in Korean, very athletic and likes puzzles. 

Other: Korean

Would you please start the RP?

Sorry!

Juliet-

Awake, I was awake. The last thing I remember was going to sleep then getting touched by a cold hand. I woke up and saw nothing, not even my little light, just darkness.

I was now in a cold room. I had no idea where. I should know since I am a princess. Everyone tells me everything. Excpet now, as in where I am.

A girl came in. She looked nice and friendly. She wore a black suit and had blond hair. I wondered, Why would a person who looked so nice be in this plan?

"Hello Juliet!" she said in a kind, loving voice. "Glad to see you are awake.Now, why don't you come out of this room and eat some breakfast with me and the others? I know you want to get out of here. It's where I started, too!" she said with a smile. I had no idea who the others were or what she started, too.

We walked around a corner into a room where a lot of other people, around my age, were. There was lots of food and I dug right in!

After some eating and talking with some laughs I found out my parents know about this, even though they've never done it, but what was it?

After that I went into a room that was bright. It had names all over the walls. The lady, whose name was Ella, told me it was the names of all the people who did this. Only princes and princesses do it this way, Ella told me.

I sat on a chair. "Now, Juliet. This may be crazy news for you, but you are becoming a spy, "Ella said. "A what?!?" I said. "A spy. You are one of the chosen, the ones who will face him," she said. "What is the age range? "I ask. "We've had six year olds and sixty year olds do this. It can be anyone who does it, poor people, rich people, famous people, anyone do it. You are in the royalty kid divison. People know about it when their parents or guardians get a letter saying what will happen. They don't tell the person. If the person is an orphan, we just take them, but they understand. Most of the time, it's optional. We give people the option because they didnt know about it before, but, since you are one of the chosen you have to do it, no option from your parents but you can says yes or no. Now, I just need you to sign this," she finishes.

She gives me a paper and a pen. It says what will happen. I won't have to do my royalty duties but I won't see my parents that often. The pay is whatever I want, even my parents can't get it. I think about it, then sign.

"Ok! Now we are going to do something we don't do in the other divisions because most people don't know who they are. But, since you are a princess and most people know who you are, we need to change your image so they won't figure out it is you, is that ok?" she says. I nod

Some people come in. One with a wardrobe, one with hair supplies, and one with makeup. First, my clothes are changed from my nightgown to jeans, high tops, a tee shirt, and a beanie hat (normal clothes for Lily).

Next I get my hair done. First, I get red streaks in my hair. I never got my hair cut before, but the hairdresser cuts it. In the end I have shoulder length,curly, red streaked black hair, with a beanie hat!

The makeup guy adds blush and blue eyeshadow.

When I'm done I look like a new person! I also get a jean jacket and pink drooping earrings.

"Can I write my name on the wall?" I ask. "Yes,"says Ella.

There, on the wall, forever, in pink paint is Princess Juliet Clestle Rosemary Kirsten Gabriella Stonty.

Sorry this is so short...I have to get off the computer soon.

-=Jamie=-

Curse the contract, I thought. Why did I ever sign it?

"You're one of the chosen," the woman had told me. At that moment, my life rested on a piece of paper just off the printer, typed neatly. A single page. Very concise, very official. I had signed my name. Jamie Stevenson. A little touch of rebellion, that. Putting my nickname instead of my full name.

...and my life dropped into turmoil.

Don't get me wrong, they treated us well. It wasn't like prison or anything. But it wasn't free life anymore. It was, We can't afford to make any mistakes and, even more, we can't afford for you to make any mistakes. So they just trapped us like rats in a cage. The solution? Us kids couldn't make mistakes anywhere it would do harm. What a life.

I hated it.

Being a spy? Sure, it's every kid's dream. But let me tell you, the real deal is not as glamorous as a James Bond movie. In real life, they trained us. Hard.

Gym class was very intense. Weightlifting, sprinting, climbing...the instructors even drilled us on army crawls and stealth movement. Then, weapons training. Normally, it wouldn't be a good idea to give a group of teenagers fully functional, loaded weapons, but under the circumstances, I suppose it was a necessity. We spent plenty of time shooting cute little red-and-white bull's-eyes. And finally, current events. Almost like regular school. We listened to lectures, we took notes. All this to recognize the potential reasons for an assassination, spying or dispute.

And yet we never got an assignment. Until that day...

-==-

@ Blue Fairy, sorry if that disrupts some of your plans for plot development, or if somebody posted something else that hasn't shown up yet. We can pretend this post never happened if need be.

Spammy says tdfu. Tofu? Sorry, Spammy, I only have army ration packs.

Caricta-

I have been a spy since I was almost 12. This may very well be the toughest mission yet. I've seen what this guy that we're fighting can do. Another thing? There haven't been this many new recruits in a long long time. The other day, I went into the room. There are so many new names on the wall, it's simply not fair. Then I see my  name. Written in blue ink. Caricta Vosd, it says. Underneath in small letters it says," You will soon get to know me." And under that, it says, " Permanantly." It brings back memories of my first day............

I was an orphan. Always living on the streets. Alone. I don't remember anything about it, except my last day.

I woke up in an alleyway and stretched. I was ready for a feast, and I was in luck. Today was the Farmer's Market, and there was always good stuff left behind. And lots of free samples. I was heading toward the market, when I was cornered by two huge men.

"We've been looking for you," one growled.

The other one sneered. "Yeah. Now come with us."

I looked around frantically. Nowhere to run. So I began to climb the brick wall behind me. It wasn't  hard. I've had lots of practice. I climbed quickly, certain they would not follow me. But they've had lots of practice too, almost overtaking me. Jumping from roof to roof, I raced around the whole city. Panic started to well up inside me. What did they want with me? They threw a fireball at me, and I just barely dodged it. I could feel it as it roared past me.I climbed down a ladder and disappeared into the market, hoping it would be too crowded to find me in there. Little did I know that the fireball had set fire to my shirt. People everywhere screamed as I went past, setting fire to the tents. Things were faling down, burning, burning.

"Water, water." I had to find water, and quickly. I could feel the flames. I finally dove into some random person's pool, and it extinguished the water instantly. Finally I limped home, to tend my wounds. Suddenly, the two men loomed before me. I could see flames out of the corner of my eye. When I thought they would kill me, they twisted my head toward the flames.

"You're a troublemaker. We don't want you."

I sank into unconsciousness, too tired to even think.

I awoke in a bright room, and the first thing I saw was a bubbly lady.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"You're in the ward in the spy center. We 'll explain when you are better."

"Why did you take me in?" I ask the lady behind the desk.

"We saw you in action, and want you to be a spy. We kept you in the ward though, due to certain injuries." Her eyes drifted toward my eyebrows. Puzzled, I reached up to my eyebroow. With a start, I realized it was gone. Must have burned off. I fought back tears as I listened to the rest of what she had to say. 

"So.... will you join?"

I thought about it. I never had a likable life on the street. Plus, if I stayed, I could find out who those guys were. 

I took a deep breath and said," Yes."

They never told me who those guys were. They said they didn't know. But I know better. And one day, I will find out.  And I will make them sorry. I will find out. I will.